I see you walking around, like you own this cow town.
With your stylish boots and your fancy walk.
You heel-toe over to get your soda-pop.

I know you sleep on the floor, in the corner of the living room,
behind the T.V. on the floor, in the corner of the living room.

You’re kind of creepy kind of cool, all at the same time.
You’ll never be nobody’s fool, even though your fashion’s a little tired.

I know you sleep on the floor, in the corner of the living room,
behind the T.V. on the floor, in the corner of the living room.

You’re so out, you’re in again. You’re so out, you’re in